To be honest I’ve never been quite sure what Godard is trying to say here. Is he mocking militant youth, or adoring it? Is Francis Jeanson a sensible father figure or a sellout who refuses to hand the struggle off to the next generation? And why the classic music? Who knows? But it’s a great scene in any event. Jeanson is making a lot more sense, but every time the camera focuses on him we keep thinking about Anne Wiazemsky just outside of the frame.